Tuesday, 19 June 2007

I'm pretending that the weather isn't in a big wet and cold grump and making like it's summer hot. I realised today that those 'Mango Blast' crushed ice drinks from places like Starbucks are just overpriced versions of Mr Frosty's fabulous beverages.

If you don't remember, Frosty was the toy of choice during long hot childhood summers. You'd load him up with ice cubes, turn a handle, squirt some juice from his pal Percy Penguin onto the slush, and away you'd go. http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifI've looked for a Mr Frosty, but he seems to have been given a disastrous down-with-the-kids makeover. He looks terribly smug. And that's not a quality you want in your drink dispenser.

I'm Kate, and I live in London.
I like to buy lots and lots of cheap stuff. A thrifty spendaholic. And watch trashy telly, listen to trashy music and watch trashy films.
I like camp and serious and childish and pretentious, but most of all, I like bold. I know what stuff is good, and what is bad. And I'm going to tell you all about it. Possibly at insufferable length.
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